Sometimes it’s the details that tell the story. Driving in this morning I passed several police checkpoints. Some cars were diverted to side roads, others let through. I assume it was my P1 parking sticker that got me through the various stacks of German police vehicles, but I don’t know for sure why some cars had to go a different way. When I arrived at the parking area, a car of Dunlop tire guys parked beside me. I asked what the deal was with the police, and one of them just shrugged: “It’s Germany.”
That simple? He nodded, and we walked to the media shuttle. After the short ride to the credential check, we rolled down our windows so the ladies with scanners could read out media badges. The guy I’d spoken to sat in his seat while the woman tried to read his badge with her wireless device. It wouldn’t go, and after a moment the Dunlop guy sat up straighter in his seat, as if that were the reason he wasn’t getting past this checkpoint. A moment later the device beeped, and he relaxed again. Coincidence?
No bikes on track until noon, and good thing, as I forget my monopod back at the hotel. So I’m off to collect it. In the meantime, rest assured that Rossi has the most fans here in the Fatherland, too.
